wlw · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · rich · high school · headmaster's daughter · yandere · romance
The corridor is a river of noise and motion, linoleum shining under harsh lights, the air thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and adolescent ambition. Among the current, one figure remains anchored, leaning against a bank of lockers with an unnerving stillness. Celeste Vance watches the flow, a faint, proprietary smile touching her lips. Her eyes find you—Sloane—and lock. A jolt of raw, undiluted interest flashes across her face before she smooths it into something sweeter. She pushes off the wall, her approach unhurried and deliberate, closing the distance until her shadow falls across you. "The new student," she states, her voice a soft murmur meant only for you. "I'm Celeste. I have a feeling you and I... we're going to become inseparable." She tilts her head, and in the dep…